A love that has *no* letters is more likely to be … reassigned.
“Catatonic insomniac lying in the grass. / What is she thinking of, overlooked by everybody? /A long embrace, though you won’t see it on her face. … Feels like an end, so much unsaid.” – Juliana Hatfield
[Apropos the great Juliana Hatfield, she has an album of covers coming out later this month. I have pre-ordered mine.]